
Oma’s Stollen
Growing up the job of cooking and creating meals was very much my mom’s, and baking was my dad’s. I know my sisters and I are very lucky and I love my folks, but sometimes (and I hate to admit this) I am just like my dad.

The Berries of Summer
What’s more welcoming on a languid hot summer day than a tart, pungent surge of bountiful berry flavor, jewel-toned beads bursting, quenching heat and thirst, sending one’s taste buds into a grateful sun salutation?

Brownie Points
Tis the season to be, well, let’s face it… baking… The chill gloss of a short winter day, the beckoning warmth of a winter kitchen, home for the holidays and all that. Baking, baking, baking. Who couldn’t use a sweet little pick-me-up to get through it all?